by Sam JD Hunt
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Torn from Two
By Sam JD Hunt
Copyright © 2016 by Sam JD Hunt
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Published in the United States of America
First Published, 2016
Missy Borucki, Editor
Kelly Mallett, Editor
Cover design by Sam JD Hunt
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Epilogue
Also by Sam JD Hunt
Acknowledgements
Intended for mature readers only. Torn from Two is best enjoyed as a follow-up to Taken by Two.
“We are three, I love you both.” That was our motto, our oath—those words bound us together in a circular love for eternity—we were unbreakable. Or so I thought. This isn’t the story of how I fell in love with two enigmatic men, nor is it the telling of how they both fell in love with me, and each other, in the process. Rather, this is what happened the summer after I, Penelope Sedgewick, was taken by Roger “Rex” Renton and Nathaniel Slater to Colombia to live with them. The following is what happened after our year of whirlwind, romantic bliss, when we didn’t give a damn what the outside world thought of our unconventional relationship. With my usual innocence, I thought that enchanted time would go on forever, but I was wrong. Only one short year later, a beautiful stranger would creep into our lives like an ominous storm cloud and rip us into shreds—this is what happened when we were torn from two.
Chapter One
It started back in Las Vegas, the year after we fell in love, in the same place our story began. Nathaniel Slater, Nate, was an acquaintance from my past when I saw him in the bar of the casino my father owned, The Penelope, named after me. He drugged and kidnapped me, but I later found out he’d taken me, with the help of his mysterious friend Rex, to save my life. Broken and wrestling with demons from our pasts, the three of us fused together in a three-way love none of us expected. But we had found love—a miraculous love without boundaries, without labels. That first year living together, sharing one bed, at Rex’s sprawling jungle compound in Colombia was our honeymoon. I never once feared it was too good to last.
My cousin, Madison, was getting married that June and she asked me to be a bridesmaid. We were both only children, so Maddie and I had always been close. I squealed like a child when she asked me, and going through the wedding planning from afar occupied most of my waking thoughts in the two months before the wedding. Both of my men were going with me, and I couldn’t wait to see them in their designer suits. Despite my excitement, I was nervous to go home and face family and friends. Mostly I was hesitant to see my father again—we hadn’t been in the same room for over a year, and he’d grown even more distant after I left Las Vegas under the guise of running off with Nate. My father didn’t know about Rex at all, and I wasn’t sure how I’d explain who he was and what he meant to me. Maddie asked a couple of times why I was bringing two dates, but I deflected the question with a casual, “I’ll explain in person.”
A few days before the wedding, my two guys and I loaded up our luggage and hanging formal wear into Nate’s private jet and flew to Las Vegas. On the plane, Rex slept in the leather chair in front of us, his caramel blond hair flopping over as his head leaned to the side. “He’s always out the minute we take off,” I said to Nate while flipping through one of my many bridal magazines. I’d just turned twenty-six, and admit I was jealous that Madison was the one getting married. I was madly in love and ready to make our relationship official—but wasn’t so naïve as to think having two husbands would be easy. Nate looked up from his sleek MacBook over at me, his wavy copper-brown hair shifting as he shook his head at me. “It’s because he’s old,” he teased, nodding toward the sleeping Rex.
“Yeah, well, you’re not so fresh and new yourself.”
“Whatever,” he shot back, his eyes drifting back to his screen. The three of us had quite an age span—I was in my twenties, Nate in his early thirties, and Rex was in his mid-forties, although you’d never know it looking at him.
“You keep staring at those wedding dresses—it makes me think this bridal stuff is about more than Madison’s wedding,” Nate said several minutes later. “Uh,” I answered, feeling my face burn with embarrassment. Rex was now wide awake and staring at me as they both awaited my answer. “Of course, I mean, well—yeah, I think about getting married, having babies, all of—”
“No,” Nate snapped, “I mean, not yet, Pen, on the kids thing.” Rex’s eyes narrowed as he watched us silently from his leather seat. “I just mean, you’re so young,” Nate explained, his tone softer.
“I do want children, though, and I’ll admit that I want to get married, even if I can’t have a big wedding like Madison. I love you both so much, why shouldn’t the three of us be able to have that like everyone else?” I looked to both men, their eyes sad, apologetic. “We can have it if we want it,” I said under my breath in defiance. Rex finally broke his silence, forcing a smile to his lips for my benefit. “Yeah, baby, I hear you. But, let’s get through this wedding for now.”
Later that day when we checked into a penthouse suite at my father’s hotel, there was an envelope from my father as well as a handful of papers about the wedding festivities. Dad, as usual, explained in his typed note, dictated to an assistant, that he was too busy with casino issues to meet us until the pre-wedding dinner that evening, but that Nathaniel and I should make ourselves comfortable at The Penelope. I hadn’t told him about Rex, and the thought of explaining our relationship caused a hard knot to form deep in my gut.
Up in our penthouse suite, Rex poured a tumbler of bourbon from the stocked bar as Nate opened a bottle of wine. When the bellman finally finished putting our clothes away, his eyebrow raising as I told him all the clothes should be hung in one bedroom closet, I fell into the plush sofa next to Rex. Nate handed me a glass of red wine and slid in next to me. It felt odd to be home, but I was excited to share my hometown with them.
“Should we go see the Strip? Let’s do that new rollercoaster over at the —”
“I think,�
�� Rex interrupted, taking a long sip of his amber-colored liquor, “we should finish these drinks and go to bed.” Rex’s hand floated to my thigh while Nate’s palm claimed my knee.
“Are you that horny, or are you just avoiding the rollercoaster?”
“Both,” he growled, leaning in to kiss me. A warm tingle spread across me as my lips opened to Rex’s, his tongue stroking across mine, pulling me deeper. Nate leaned in, his hand slipping further up my leg, under my lace panties, across my swelling mound. Nate’s velvety lips glided across the side of my neck and down my chest as Rex’s tongue demanded possession of my willing mouth.
“Bedroom,” Rex barked, pulling at Nate’s arm, “we need space to spread out.” Nate walked to the center of the spacious bedroom, larger than most of the regular hotel rooms at The Penelope. Rex followed, stopping in front of Nate as I closed the door behind us. I didn’t want to be disturbed by the pesky butler that patrolled the premium suites. I paused, leaning against the doorframe to take in the sight of two beautiful men in love with each other. Nate was slowly unbuttoning Rex’s shirt, each loosened button revealing a patch of Rex’s marvelous golden skin. When Nate’s fingers reached the fifth button down, he leaned in to kiss Rex’s chest, Nate’s lips skating over the black cross tattoo in the very center. Rex took a deep breath, his midnight blue eyes searching across the room to where I stood. Our eyes locked as the man we both loved continued the reverent process of undressing Rex.
Rex reached for me, and I nodded, but didn’t move. He understood that I wanted to watch a little longer and reached for Nate, pulling him closer, his arms wrapping around Nate’s waist. After Nate freed Rex’s powerful torso of the shirt, he slid his hands up and across Rex’s chest, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Nate’s tongue flickered across Rex’s right nipple, toying with the titanium barbell piercing running through it. Rex let out a sensual grunt, and my feet advanced a few steps toward them. As arousing as it was to be a bystander, my clit was throbbing, my panties soaking.
Nate continued his tongue worship of Rex’s muscled chest, kissing, licking, and nibbling from inked shoulder to inked shoulder, down the faint line of glimmering blond hair snaking from his mid-section to below his waist, over each tattooed arm, ending with a kiss on each of Rex’s palms. Nate reached for Rex’s wide leather belt, pulling it free while yanking at the button fly of his worn jeans. Nate dropped to his knees in front of Rex, languidly tugging at Rex’s fly. “Nate, Nate, Nate,” Rex chanted like a prayer, his eyes pointed to the ceiling above as his thick cock was released from the confines of the jeans. I took a few more steps toward them, rapt in the sensuality of Nate’s tongue toying with the metal piercings running along Rex’s hardening cock. “Penny, please,” Rex groaned, his eyes finding mine again, his hand reaching to beckon me to them. I moved forward—my desire to watch losing out to my own arousal.
“Yes, King Rex?” I flirted. “What do you want me to do?” Nate’s tongue was bathing Rex’s now fully erect cock from side to side, top to bottom, avoiding the sensitive barbell-pierced frenulum on purpose to tease Rex. We both loved to tease Rex to the point of him exploding with need, but we usually let Rex lead. It was part of our special dynamic—and Rex craved control like a drug. “Quit teasing me, Nathaniel. I’m two seconds away from rolling you over and fucking you like you’ve never been fucked,” Rex snapped. Looking over at me, Rex pointed to Nate and said, “Undress him.”
Nate obediently took Rex’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard, straining to take it all. I knelt behind Nate, my hands reaching under his shirt to stroke his skin, desperate to touch him. I let go of him, long enough to undo the buttons, pulling the shirt off to reveal his lean, toned chest, his defined abs leading to the perfect V that disappeared into his pants. Tugging from behind him, I undid his fly and slid my right hand down, under the soft cotton underwear and across Nate’s straining cock. I caressed him, bringing his erection out from the confines of his clothes, desperate for more of him.
Rex’s large hands were on each side of Nate’s face as Nate sucked—urgent, needy. I moved around Nate, my hands never letting go of his erect cock, leaking at the tip as I stroked it. Snaking in between the two men, my mouth wrapped around Nate’s cock, sucking him as he pleasured Rex. My hips wiggled as I inhaled Nate, lost in his perfection as Rex’s strained legs braced me from behind.
“Stop, both of you,” Rex croaked, pulling his about-to-erupt cock from Nate’s adoring mouth. Nate and I obeyed with a pout, Nate glancing down at his own now-ignored, about-to-burst hardness. Rex kicked off his jeans and knelt on the floor beside us. With a palm on Nate’s cheek, he explained, “I want us to leak from her all night long.” Nate grinned a sly, conspiring smile as I shot out a playful protest. “Penny, naked, now,” Rex commanded, his eyes never leaving Nate’s icy blue ones. “I love you,” Nate sighed as Rex leaned in to kiss him. The sight of the two men I loved kissing always thrilled me—it was different from how they kissed me. Even when gentle and romantic, there was a rawness about it that lit a fire inside of me. It had taken some time for Rex to come to terms with having an attraction to another man, so to see him so fully comfortable with loving Nate was special to all of us.
By the time I was undressed, so was Nate. Rex consumed us with his eyes, the primal animal urge surging in him as we stood there on display for him. With a wave of his hand, he beckoned us closer. “You two are my life, my everything,” he said reverently as he took my face to his. The three of us locked in an embrace as Rex kissed me. He was soft and loving at first, then raw and needy as his lips ground into mine, his tongue possessing my mouth.
Nate pressed against me from behind, his hot breath on the back of my neck as his iron cock ground against my bare skin. The sharpness of Nate’s teeth sank into the delicate skin of my neck, a loud moan escaping my lips, still sealed to Rex’s brutal kiss. I was inching toward orgasm, desperate to be filled by them as they toyed with me. “What do you want, Princess?” Rex growled, his lips leaving mine, his fingers dipping into my wet pussy.
“I want you both to fuck me, I need you together.”
Rex’s fingers slid from me, spreading my essence further back, his index finger moving into the at-first unyielding tightness of my ass, patiently waiting until I relaxed, allowing his skilled touch to easily fill me. “Ah,” I moaned, my legs shaking as I struggled to stay standing. Nate’s arms wrapped around my waist, supporting me as Rex’s hands brought me to climax.
Rex’s fingers left me, the sudden emptiness causing me to crave more. We fell to the floor, a tangle of bodies until they easily positioned me in between them—the awkwardness of three-person sex long behind us. Now, we had it down to an art, our bodies moving together like a ballet. Rex was on his back, my knees struggling to straddle his wide, powerful hips as his thick cock entered me so fast I screamed. I could hear the click of the bottle of lubricant from Nate behind me as Rex wrapped my hair into his fist, pulling just hard enough to control me. “Too rough? You’re howling like a cat in heat,” Rex asked, pulling a little harder on my mane of flowing blonde hair. “More,” I grunted, unable to form words. “Harder?” he asked, the impossible thickness of his cock stretching me mercilessly as he thrust into me again.
“Yes, please, more,” I managed to stutter as I clenched around him.
His fist slid from my hair, both large palms reached up to embrace my face, pulling me toward his lips. “Are you ready for Nate, baby girl?” Rex held my face, not letting my lips fall to his until I answered. “Yes,” I hissed as I felt the head of Nate’s cock slipping into the tight ring of my ass. I screamed again from the intensity of being filled by both of them until Rex’s probing tongue at my lips silenced me. Being joined with them both at once was perfection, and as Nate’s kisses ran down my spine, I came again—Rex’s mouth muffling my howls. The eruption from me, the powerful clenches of my orgasm, set them both off. I fought to hold onto both of them as they came, exploding into me together.
“I love you so much, Penny, I want you to have everything you dream of. All of it—if you ever feel like it would be better with just the two of you, I’ll…” He gulped hard, unable to finish.
“You two, Rex and you, are everything I dream of. I love you more than anything, I couldn’t go on without—”
Rex interrupted us, spitting out, “Holy shit, my mouth is on this nasty floor!”
“Huh? Nasty?” I was offended, arguing, “This is the best hotel in Las Vegas, the best in—”
“I don’t care if it’s the fucking Ritz, baby, have you not seen those Dateline things where they test hotel rooms for all sorts of bacteria and shit? Oh my fuck I need my Listerine!” Rex was inexplicably addicted to Listerine; he believed it to cure all manner of mayhem.
“Uh, whatever.”
Nate butted in, “You stick your tongue in all sorts of unholy places, and you’re that worried about a four-star hotel’s carpeting?”
Rex shot him an annoyed look as he stood up and headed toward the master bathroom. “I stick my tongue in you, and in her, if that’s what you meant pretty boy, and I damn well better know where you’ve both been.” Nate shot me a wink as we listened to Rex’s annoying gargle and spit. From the bathroom, Rex howled, “Get in the shower—it’s big enough for all of us. We’re going to be late for this shin-dig and I don’t fucking do late!”
Chapter Two
Eyeliner—I was as addicted to it as Rex was to Listerine. Nate, well, he didn’t have any addictions, not since getting over the big one—cocaine. He drank a little, but alcohol wasn’t a draw for him. He enjoyed mixed-martial arts type fighting, which had gotten him into trouble a few times, but other than that, he was fairly even keel. But eyeliner…I lived for the stuff, despite Rex always pushing me to keep my face pure and natural. Early that evening in the master bathroom of our hotel suite, I swiped on a brand new cobalt blue liner. But, even a new designer eyeliner pencil didn’t make me smile. I was nervous. In less than an hour, I was showing up at a pre-wedding dinner for my closest cousin, where much of my extended family and many of my friends would attend, with my two boyfriends. I had no idea what I planned to do.